Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
I still have teeth! (Yay)
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Vindaloo.
Turns out my teeth aren't as bad as they expected them to be (despite it being 7 years since my last checkup and a decade since the last cleaning). I basically just brush too hard and too often. Anyway, downgraded from a 7.5 hour to a 5 hour cleaning (second half to start in a ...
A Few Hours Walk
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Vindaloo.
Some ruby light
In the far distance
A few hours walk
Across the rooftops
Wants me to leave
Walk away from this
Too constrained life
With white-washed
Hope-crushing walls
It wants me to walk
Dreaming toward it
To some other day
Down some other path
Where arms embrace
Smiles are simple and
To walk is ...
Lark's Melody
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Vindaloo.
I weary of being your monster
Force outside your normal world
Of white-washed fences and lies
Untamed thing beyond the barrier
Unwanted intruder in the dark
Caffeine is good medicine (Or maybe philosophy is...)
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Vindaloo.
My headache seems to have abated with switching projects and drinking two large glasses of strong green tea (about a litre). Of course now I'm so wired I haven't a chance in heck of sleeping for a few hours. Think I'm going to try to get some more work done on the VoIP project. Hopefully ...
Shy Dogs
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Vindaloo.
A dog beaten many times
Cringes away from the hand
Outstretched to give it love
Much worse when my mind
Knows there is no danger
Yet still I cringe
Away from the touch
Of those who love me most
With Demanding Passion
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Vindaloo.
I want demanding passion
Nights of screaming whispers
The press of urgent lips
Exploring ideas not yet born
Jumping from science to art
In an ecstasy of love
Debating fine points of Descartes
In a blanket under the stars
To feel the soft nape of the neck
Beneath my too-grizzled chin
I want to fall ...
They Were Meant
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Vindaloo.
They were meant
I am sure
To encourage
Yet how painful
Years later they ring
When nothing is perfect
Perfection as measure
Leaves all wanting
Encouragement
I am sure
That it was meant
Enjoyable but entirely too long of a day (Conversations galore...)
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Tuxedo,
Vindaloo.
Plan for the day went off as expected, meeting, then Linux Caffe, then UU, then drinks afterward. I've decided I need to buy myself a laptop, not fair to be using Rose's every day all day, and I find I'm developing a bit of an addiction to not sitting in my room all day every ...
Some Distant Spring
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Vindaloo.
I wish I could remember
Whether my heart froze
Forgetting some warm summer
Or whether some distant spring
Melted me for just a moment
Leaving memories in the ice
Sticky Electric Ink
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Vindaloo.
They touch too many words
Sticky electric ink stains
Only washing away
In my troubled sleep
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.